Monday, May 17, 2010

Air To Breathe

Some people are beach people, some people are mountain people. I enjoy the beach and can't imagine not going there every year, but I crave the mountains. If it weren't for almost our entire family and for dear friends, most of whom I have known since grade school days, who live here, I know I would live in the mountains of North Carolina or Virginia. I feel more at home there than I do where I have grown up and call home now. I have always dreamed of a plot of land, a farm, a rustic old house and rocking chairs facing west with children chasing the sunset. That image played in my head as I danced my first dance with my husband...
"...See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold..."
(we danced to Fields of Gold by Eva Cassidy, a beautiful version of Sting's classic)
My husband and I are high school sweethearts, and we used to spend time in high school and college daydreaming about our future - a little farm with goats, lots of children, a field, a tire swing, a mountain view. So anytime the opportunity arises, I drive there as fast as possible. I really should do it more often. A couple weeks ago I was blessed enough to go with my in-laws for a family event. The view was beautiful, the weather divine and I could breathe. Really deep breaths that made my heart slow and my mind relax and my heart happy.
I know that is how vacation is wherever you are, but it is more than that, and I know it. But I stay where I am because the people I love are here and the opportunities for my children are here. But at least every few days, I wonder if I will look back someday and realize I should have made a different choice. Not a mainstream choice, but happy little babbling brook choice.
That wonder keeps me up at night sometimes.
Speaking of night, I loved seeing so many stars. I saw Venus before the sun finished setting. I even saw a shooting star. Was that a sign from Heaven? Anyhow, these are some pictures of our few happy days there. I want more.

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MBH said...

what a beautiful post!!

peaceandquiet said...

You've made my heart hurt for the dream dh and I have. It's not mountains, but land. Just space. (and a few goats and lots of children.) We, too, were highschool sweethearts.


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